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* Chapter 1 : Betrayed *
Jasmine Lawrence lay back helplessly on her bed. She had just miscarried the child she had been carrying for eight months due to hard labor. Despite being pregnant, she worked at a rock-breaking factory to earn a living.
Her eyes were crammed with tears, ultimately, and she whirled to see her face, to see her reflection in the mirror.
Who was this?
Jasmine Lawrence?
She lost everything; her face was coated with bruises. The scanty strands of her hair made her look like the witch in Hansel and Gretel because of alopecia areata the disease. Her once full pink lips had hard cracks and were wounded due to constant night fever.
As if it were not enough, she began bleeding heavily.
" Blood?" she noticed the trail from her thighs.
Hesitantly she picked up the phone to call her loving husband. After three rings, the phone went through, opening her mouth to speak and she heard loud moaning sounds.
Did she hear right?
Was that not the voice of Celine, the sister of her husband?
She tilted her head in confusion, then took the phone to her face to recheck if she had called the right number.
It was his number, the number she had memorized for eight years of dotting on him. Feeling embarrassed for her sister-in-law, she was about to end the call when she heard what sounded like the raspy voice of her husband.
" Give it to me Celine... Yes ... That Jasmine is a vegetable in bed --but you arrrr"
Jasmine's pupils dilated in shock, she laughed in shock and smiled. Then she wiped his face and listened to him praising his sister.
This does not make sense. Why would blood siblings be so shameless?
The pain she felt intensified like blood. Then she heard Celine say " That Jasmine is a fool despite all the indications she still believes we are siblings, hahaha"
Jasmine could no longer breathe, she held her chest and kept the tears from spilling.
" What is more stupid is she works hard and gives me money to spend on our enjoyment " her husband added shamelessly.
Enjoyment?
Was he not building their dream house in the province? Did that mean all her years of hard work went down the drain?
Then which house was he showing her?
" Yes. I even showed her progress of a fake house and now she is probably bleeding heavily and must have lost the baby-"
This statement had a heart in pieces. Why did he do that?
She smiled bitterly and continued to listen.
" Did she think I would accept a bastard child, a child she had with Keith, my cousin.. in hours she would die and I will have all the property of the Yates family in my name by tomorrow morning, for now.. let's ride"
It was followed by insane moaning sounds. Jasmine ended the call recording and laughed bitterly. The pain made her heart heavy but she had no one to call.
She typed some words onto her phone and then headed for the hospital. She sighed and laughed like one who has heard a good joke.
After taking an antidote at the hospital, the bleeding stopped. She went to the place she asked him to come to.
It was a cliff with modest surroundings, the first place they met and she instantly fell for him.
She stood by the cliff with a long blue gown and cap on her head. She only turned when she heard the car speeding towards her.
" I am so sorry darling. How are you? Why did you call me here?" he spoke pretentiously, wearing a calm yet confused expression.
In the past, she would have believed this, but now she only sneered in her heart.
What did she see in this bastard?
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